Whirlwind tour, and dogless.

While half of adelaide barracked on the Power (was not meant to be:( and the other half barracked for the other team (Hawthorn- to the grand final) we had a whirlwind tour of grannies and great grannies. 

We never thought that we would feel like we are ripping you away from your grandparents, and was proven wrong tonight. We tried, our best, to have a whistlestop tour of the north east: rostrevor for the Murphys, paradise for the other Murphys, and then Klemzif for the tromps. 

All very short visits, but all the more lovely. Anne, Geo and Susie, as well as Chris and Trudy turned their attention from the big game to JM while he showed off his new crawling skills, and Opa, who you meet for the first time each time we visit, tested your soccer skills. 

You seem to be pretty good with a ball mate, tracking, chasing, reaching with one arm and Opa showed that he still had a few tricks of his own left too. 

Back home to a house without Wilma (Auntie Magda and Uncle Steph's) and mum just asked to let the dog in. 

Now it really feels like we are flying out tomorrow.  Now to pack the bags and finish a few work emails...